Thirty would be Alpha males determined to prove themselves and practically bursting with testosterone stuck on a mountain together. Oh, make that twenty-nine males and one stubborn female. All because Alpha Braden of Misty Glen has every confidence his daughter is just as good, if not the best that the werewolf world has to offer in terms of a leader. She’s been raised to believe she’s just as strong, smart and capable as any male. Dakota is convinced nothing could stand in the way of proving herself. Except of course, finding out that her partner at the alpha Blood Creek camp is none other than her fated mate. Dex has always been the strong silent type, but meeting Dakota forces him to see everything through new eyes. The eyes… of a mate. Excerpt: My wolf lets out a low growl to assert his dominance, and to let this creature know that we are not going to take the bait. It’s actually a brilliant idea. There’s literally no chance any males would expect this kind of trap. So dangling a sweet smelling and likely beautiful she-wolf in front of us makes sense. Only there’s nothing else out here. Nothing at all. Where the hell is the wildlife? And surely there are some camp people out here to witness this? Not that I think anyone would physically hurt a female but… They wouldn’t be dumb enough to throw her literally to the wolves would they?
View More~Dex’s Point of View~*We need to pounce!! We need to get her to fall in love with us all over again! Then my little shy vixen Laney will come back,* Kent says, wagging his tail with pure excitement.I sigh and run my hand through my hair as I watch Dakota talking to some female about where we’re going to sleep. It was all we could do to convince Harley to stay the night. But we’re all running on fumes and I’m ashamed to admit I don’t know how to drive. It doesn’t exactly look hard, but I just have no experience with it and neither do Mitch and William. Harley was able to get through to someone at Dakota’s pack on the phone. They confirmed everyone there is well and they haven’t been invaded. They also verified some of his family was there so I think he’s calmed a bit.For now, anyhow. I have no doubts that the great King Micah will hold her and likely me responsible for Caspian’s death. He’s not going to let it go.My fingers practically twitch with the raw need to touch Dakota and
~Dakota’s Point of View~ “So some people just hang out in their wolf form like all the time,” I ask, still trying to understand. I watch as people just casually walk around with wolves. Some pet them, some just go about their day like it's no big deal. Some wolves just sun bathe like a human would. Weird. “Yeah, it’s liberating like nothing else. It’s an itch you have to scratch. You share a mind and a body but when one is in its natural state, the other has to take a back seat. It’s only right to share the time. People who live in cities, that don’t want to be part of a pack… Well we don’t have a high opinion of them and vice versa. You have to let you wolf out. It's cruel not to,” William explains. I tap my lips absentmindedly, still not able to wrap my head around it. Dex sits a few feet away from me, roasting some meat over the fire. They wanted me to watch them hunt but there was absolutely nothing about it that seemed appealing. I’ll gladly starve and wait for my dinner to
~Dakota’s Point of View~ BEEP BEEP I make a face at the offending noise and snuggle up to the warmth surrounding me. Hmm, so soft, so nice and snuggly. BEEP BEEP “Shut up already,” I groan, as I turn and move my hand. Only instead of finding a nice soft pillow, I find a fistful of hair. In my hazy state, I pop one eye open and see nothing but light brown hair, so much of it. Did I fall asleep on a massive wig? A dog?? I smack my lips together and desperately wish I had water. This is all too much. THUD The sounds of several people talking and what I think is a car door slamming have me waking up more. When I turn, a wet tongue is on my cheek and licking. I groan and put my hands up defensively. “Ohh what the hell,” I shout, shoving it away. There’s a laugh from somewhere but I ignore it, focused only on the large mass in front of me that doesn’t want to move. When I blink rapidly, I’m met with a huge snout. I try again in vein to push it away. “Whose dog is this and why--”
~Dex’s Point of View~ *I can’t tell, what is it,* Kent shouts, as if I won’t hear him over the chaos surrounding us. He kicks at the half burned book and cocks his head to the side. It’s what Dakota lit on fire so it must be significant somehow. Kent squints hard but it's no use, his eyes aren’t made for reading and we’re wasting time. I can’t even tell if it's still readable or not. We leave the book and run out into the yard, trying to get a view of the roof. There are groups of wolves and males fighting all over, so I can’t go by scent alone. I can’t get eyes on her, and I have no idea if she found a way down or not. I want to believe she’d sense me, she’d come to me. But with everything going on and all the blood in the air I can’t plan for that. I can only pray she’s not trying to be tough and throw herself in the middle of the fight. That would be just like my mate and the idea of it nearly distracts me. The familiar sound of car engines flitters into my ears and my heart s
~Later That Evening~ ~Dakota’s Point of View~ I carefully cut the meat on my plate and eat quietly, afraid to really look at anyone. Whatever I thought I knew about the world is apparently all a lie. Though I don’t think I know much since I still don’t remember who the hell I am! It’s bizarre how I know some things… like brushing my teeth. Tying a bow. Like swimming. Yes, I half assed tried swimming in the bathtub only to realize I mostly definitely know how to do it and so the very idea I’d nearly drowned is even more ridiculous! But I still don’t know the full angle here. “Is father joining us,” Abbey asks, a slight twinkle in her eye. It’s obvious she’s a daddy’s girl, but I have to admit I’m extremely relieved he’s not here. “He’s very busy,” the Queen says, just above a whisper. I breathe a little easier at that, and actually enjoy finishing my plate. Though I’d much rather the giant asshole just eat with his family and I sit in a dark corner. “Everything seems in plac
~Dakota’s Point of View~ ~Nine Hours Earlier~ “I’m so glad you came to your senses,” Abbey says, with a big grin. I give her back my best smile but don’t actually reply. I’ve had these people eating right out of my hand, and it’s been a hell of a lot easier than just getting angry and yelling. Which I definitely still wish I could do, but what’s the point? “The Prince will just die when he sees you in that,” Marissa says, giggling and elbowing her cousin. He’d just die huh? One could hope! They both nod their approval as I step into the high shoes. I wince immediately as my toes get pinched, and look at them with pitiful eyes. But they don’t care or notice. I square my shoulders then go to step forward, and immediately my ankle twists and I fall forward. Thankfully I catch the armrest of the sofa, but what if it hadn’t been there? “You’ll have to practice,” Abbey scolds, even wagging her finger. I make a face as the girls lock arms, and walk out talking about their own dresses
~Dex’s Point of View~ What would you do if you had the freedom to choose your life, not the life everybody wants for you? You’d pick the one you want, of course… in a perfect world. But for me, freedom right now is nearly too much to bear. Freedom. What a word. Technically I can move, nothing is restraining me. I’m healed enough to freely get around without assistance. No where close to ready to fight, or to try and shift to run home. *Get that shit out of your head,* Kent shouts. I blow out a hard breath, and shake my head at the three males in front of me fighting like dumb pups. I know they have a ton of energy with nowhere to direct it, it isn’t their fault. But still, we’re supposed to be the best of our packs. Not some morons scrapping for a lame bet they just made that means nothing. For a couple of days I’ve tried like hell to get word to my pack, since I have no clue if they know what’s going on. But finding a messenger right now is proving impossible, at least one that
~Dakota’s Point of View~ “What the hell is wrong with your face,” the King snarls, just before shoving a load of food in his mouth. I instinctively touch my cheek and it feels too familiar, like I’ve done it a thousand times. I don't quite know how I knew it, but before I even looked in a mirror I knew it was there. I may not know my name but I can't forget something like that. A dark birthmark covering the bottom half of my cheek and the top of my neck, it's pretty noticeable. I narrow my eyes at the dude, and I’m close to telling him he looks like a barbarian, a caveman and more so an asshole. My eyes blink rapidly as the words are lost on my tongue. He shovels another fork full in his mouth like it's a miniature shovel and dribbles land all in his beard. Something in my stomach flips, nearly making me lose my appetite. “Yes we will have to see what we can do about that, everyone will talk if you are to stay here. It's a bad omen for our kind and we can’t let the public see,” t
~Dakota’s Point of View~ “I just really don’t feel like I would have put all my eggs in the Atlas basket,” I say, making a face in the mirror as a lady tugs on my dress. I’m not built for a dress and I hate it! I literally feel as if I’m about to explode into a rage. Just get married, pop out babies. Not having any life of my own, no real purpose? Is being a mom truly my only purpose? It can’t be. I’m more than my womb damn it! “I don’t follow…” Abbey says, making a face as she looks up from her book. I scoff at a bow on my chest as if it personally did something to offend me. I grab it, throw it to the floor and stomp on it. “Excuse me,” the dressmaker scolds. Abbey is instantly on her feet and in her face. “That is our next Queen you just raised your voice to servant,” Abbey shouts, as I watch the woman, who is easily three times Abbey’s age, cower and fall to her knees. My jaw falls at the spectacle. I shake my head and claw at the dress, ripping it in various places until
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